Shijiro Numani

[*Nakaru-nigousan]

Basic Information
Name: Shijiro Numani
Aliases:
Gender: Female
Race: Strongheart Halfling
Age: 20
Profession: Hunter, Adventurer
Languages: Common, Halfling, Auran
Accent: When speaking in her usual voice, she's quiet and soft-spoken, and an accent is unheard. When speaking loudly on rare occasions, she has a bit of a tribal cant.
Theme Song:

Physical Information
Height: 2' 6"
Body Build: Lithe, Honed (Archery)
Skin Type: Soft, Warm
Hair Style: Twin-Tipped Braid
Scars: None
Tattoos: Tribals (temporary inks and marks; always changing)
Colouring:

[b]Hair:[/b] Red [b]Eyes:[/b] Gray [b]Skin:[/b] Fair [/li]

Mental Information
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Philosophy: "Survive. That's the law of life, of the planes, of the primes. And have fun while you're at it."
Deity/Beliefs: Sheela Peryroyl
Personality:

[u]Cautious[/u] [i]Tries to always have back up plan, and not get killed.[/i] [u]Timid[/u] [i]Shy and quiet, but will be social if approached.[/i] [u]Careful[/u] [i]Deal with problems on your own.[/i] [u]Soft-[/u] [i]Soft-spoken, soft-stepped, and the like, you are quiet and hard to notice.[/i] [/li]

Additional Information
Gear: Tribal Inks and Paints, Clothing (Primitive and Planar)
Jewelry: Medallion of Unknown Origin
Habbits/hobbies: Fishing, Hunting, Bathing
General Health: Prone to Sickness; Weak Immune System
Favorite Drink: Water, Juice, Milk, Tea
Weaknesses:
Fears
-Death
-Solitude
Special Interests:
-Seeks a protector/keeper/companion

[*Nakaru-nigousan]

Prologue

No inhabitant of Krigala ever felt such thrill in the terror of the chase - not as predator, but as the prey. Still, even the smallest of rabbits was probably larger than this particular prey: a halfling, and a runt of one at that. She was half a foot shorter than the average of her race, barely topping two feet six inches at the tip of her red-haired crown, with eyes like bland stones in all their grayness.

Daggers of pain stabbed into the girl's side, creating a stitch under her ribs that demanded she stop running and take a breather. There was no time for such relaxation, of course - that slimy, green, tentacled beast behind her had just barely fallen behind.

The Fellgrounds were an awful place to be, forever trapped in the dim light of sunset without the safety of the Canopies and platforms. Still, this was how she lived: enjoy every moment, live to tell the tell. Go with the flow of chaos and it turns out all right in the end, doesn't it?

Chaos would be a simple way to describe the sudden cacophony of rings and blinding pain that erupted along the top of her head. She toppled backwards and to the side, the world going dark within moments.